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WUTHERING HEIGHTS.
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wildered terror, and asked if any one had called his name.
"No," said Catherine; "unless in dreams. I cannot conceive how you manage to dose, out of doors, in the morning."
"I thought I heard my father," he gasped, glancing up to the frowning nab above us. "You are sure nobody spoke?"
"Quite sure," replied his cousin. "Only Ellen and I were disputing concerning your health. Are you truly stronger, Linton, than when we separated in winter? If you be, I'm certain one thing is not stronger—your regard for me—speak, are you?"
The tears gushed from Linton's eyes as he answered—
"Yes, yes, I am!"
And, still under the spell of the imaginary voice, his gaze wandered up and down to detect its owner.
Cathy rose.
"For to-day we must part," she said.
